Zuran could feel someone's eyes lingering on him as he turned to meet Ren's gaze. He paused, staring back at him for a brief moment in silence. "What are you staring at?"
Ren hesitated, his eyes lingering on the scars. "Can't I admire my husband's hot body? At least I'm allowed to lust over my husband." Ren smiled as he looked up at him.
Their eyes met as Zuran cleared his throat. "Husband, my foot..." He muttered as he turned away. "If we're going to share this room, then you should at least knock before walking in."
Ren folded his arms. "The disciple is getting brave ever since he became my husband." He smiled. "Interesting."
His eyes scanned the scars, and he watched as they slowly faded away. He walked up to Zuran and sat down on the bed nearby, his gaze fixed on him.
"What's wrong with your body?" This was the first time he had spoken about it. "There's a weird scar all around..."
